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"Hey."
I held my phone to my ear.
"Hi."
Dominic was on the other end. Quiet and slow, a heaviness in his voice.
It'd been two days since I'd last seen Dominic in person. We spoke, but he seemed distant.
"Are you doing okay?" He asked.
I nodded but forgot he couldn't see me. "Yes," I replied. I waited because it felt like there was something he needed to say, but didn't quite know how to say it.
He sighed through the phone. "... I need to tell you something."
I released a silent breath of air, "okay."
"Um...," he clicked his tongue, cleared his throat, and then started again. "My mom... My mom's sick."
"She's been coughing a lot-"
"I know, but... that... Oh God, Violet." A heavy breath sounded in my ear. He cleared his throat again.
"Dominic?"
"Violet... She... She has cancer."
My breath caught in my throat. Cancer? I didn't move. I couldn't move. Why? Why her?
"Lung cancer," he added and then went quiet.
"Lung cancer?" I echoed quietly, letting it run on my tongue, letting it sink... How?
"How? She... She's a doctor. How?"
"Violet-"
"I don't understand. How did she miss that?"
"Violet, I don't know."
Tears spilled over my cheeks. I cleared my throat, trying to appear strong. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice starting to shake.
"... I'm trying to let it sink in... Violet, I know I've been really... not great," he decided. "I don't mean to."
I wiped the tears from my eyes, pulling the phone away from my ear to collect myself and not break down. "You're okay. I understand now... Would you want some company?"
He was quiet for some time as if thinking it over. "Yes," he decided. "Yes. I'll come get you."
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